Adventure

The Forest of the Forgotten
The morning mist clung to Nova like ghostly fingers as Amnity adjusted her canvas backpack for the third time in the last five minutes. Ellie could tell the cold morning air was already starting to get to her. It made her smile. as she checked the supplies in her bag one last time. Rope, check. Water, of course. A small knife, and her mirrors, in case they get stuck in a bind.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 5
Who loves a chat, I’ll tell you straight up, Jacko does. I now know he’s a legend of Queensland cricket, but pardon my initial ignorance as I hadn’t chilled with him before this tour. That abruptly changed, when I sat next to him on a flight all the way from Melbourne to Colombo. Luke Jackson is an absolute icon of the cricket scene in MacKay and beyond. Paired with his wicked sense of humour, endless chat in the field and all-round positive nature, there aren’t many better people to go on a cricket tour with.
By S. J. Leahy5 months ago in Chapters
Once Upon a Time
Six years ago, when I first started writing my debut novel, I never could have predicted how this journey would unfold. Once upon a time started during a quiet night in the kitchen under a dull lamp light, typing out a storyline to a character that my mind would not allow me to extinguish. She needed to be set free. So, I gave her a name, and I etched out the beginning of her story, not realizing that was the beginning of mine. Fast forward to today, and here I sit, at a much different kitchen table, writing by the light of a dimly lit lamp. How ironic?
By The Protagonist Priestess5 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
One day, in a brilliant flash of light, Sparta, the time-traveling corgi, found himself in a mystical land filled with ancient prophecies and enchantments. The air shimmered with magic, and strange, colorful plants whispered as he trotted past.
By Carolyn Patton5 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
It was an ordinary day in the garden, or so Pandora thought. As the sun cast golden rays across the blooming flowers, she strolled with her loyal corgi, Sparta, who sniffed eagerly at the air. But then, Sparta’s antique watch, always hidden beneath his fur, began to twitch and glow.
By Carolyn Patton5 months ago in Chapters
Living on the Edge
M Mehran Jamal had never considered himself brave. Growing up in the quiet suburbs, he followed the rules, went to school, and dreamed small. But when he stumbled upon the world of PITLIFE, everything he thought he knew about life changed.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 4
Some of the greatest travel experiences come from meeting locals. In Pakistan, this was most certainly the case. Everywhere we went there were people keen for a chat and a photo. I have no doubt this would have happened even if we weren’t a travelling cricket team. For me this was the highlight of the trip. I continually mention the Pakistani hospitality, but it has left me with many fantastic and unforgettable memories.
By S. J. Leahy5 months ago in Chapters
The Clockmaker’s Secret
The old clock shop stood at the corner of Market Street, a place most people passed without noticing. Its windows were dusty, its sign faded, and its doorbell gave a tired chime when pushed. Few knew the shop still existed, and fewer still knew its keeper: Mr. Thorne, the clockmaker.
By Rowaid5 months ago in Chapters
Echoes of Unlived Days
There are nights when silence grows so deep it feels like a mirror, reflecting back all the choices I did not make. In those hours, I hear the faint echoes of unlived days—futures I once imagined, paths I almost took, versions of myself I never became. They are not regrets exactly, but whispers, reminders that every step forward leaves countless others behind.
By Rowaid5 months ago in Chapters
Lives I’d Never Lead
There are moments in life when a single choice feels like a doorway. I used to imagine myself standing in a long corridor, lined with doors, each one opening into a different version of me. Some I stepped through. Others, I only glanced at before walking past. And some… I never even touched.
By Rowaid5 months ago in Chapters
The Stranger at Dawn
The town of Rivermist always slept late. At dawn, its streets were silent, the shop windows dark, and the only sound was the river whispering under the old stone bridge.
By Rowaid5 months ago in Chapters
The Last Train Home
he station clock struck eleven, and the last train waited on the platform. Its headlights cut through the mist like watchful eyes, and the empty carriages hummed with a restless silence.
By Rowaid5 months ago in Chapters